4.09.2005
things
Yeah, it's been a while. I guess I'm just tired, and also preoccupied with getting back on track after a nice vacation in France. Rowing is getting back up to speed - the MCR crew is doing well (ok, maybe well is a little bit of an overstatement) and with two, possibly three new rowers on the crew, we've got an uphill battle.
Meanwhile, the weather has been a marked change from that of a week ago. Last week, I was sitting on a park bench or, even better, on the grass underneath the Eiffel Tower in the sun, enjoying a baguette or some chocolate and the warmth of the sun. Yesterday, it snowed. Not too much, I mean - summer didofficially start last Monday... But still, snow. Freezing flakes of ice floating down from the sky. This was preceeded two days ago by hail, which I had the exquisitely good fortune to have experienced while riding my bike through it. Not a huge problem, really, as I was already soaked from the RAIN, but still, of all the times not to have a baseball cap... Those little suckers hurt!
I watched the Pope's funeral yesterday - it was such a mix of peacfulness, adulation, and sorrow. There really are no good words to describe it. It was beautiful, I guess.
I resisted the temptation to turn on today's televised wedding of Charles and Camilla. OK, there really wasn't any temptation at all - I couldn't care less. I did look online at some of the photos. Camilla's hat is ugly. But if we're talking ugly, like seriously stupid ugly, we should discuss the hat Camilla's daughter was wearing. If you can find a picture of it, it looks like someone stuck a few sheaves of wheat through her skull. (I'm actually reminded of the Trading Spaces episode where Hilda glues straw to a wall in an attempt to add 'texture'.) Kudos, it was said online, to Charles, for picking a dowdy wife - no posh Manhattan-esque trophy wife for you! It's like walking up to someone on the street and saying, "I think it's really courageous of you to pay so little attention to fashion trends. Good for you!"
Got sucked into playing a long game of Risk a few nights ago. Seriously - there's one guy who is totally obsessed with the game. It's our good friend, Australian lawyer Dan. Dan never stops running for office, even when it's clear he's not running for office. He's just naturally affable and friendly and then a little obsessive. Like at the moment, not only does he want to play Risk like, every night, but whenever he does, he takes over two spaces on the board: Great Britain, and the continent of Australia. After that, he works on what he has to do. As long as he has Great Britain, and his fair homeland of Australia, he'll be fine. Risk games take forever, generally. This one, nicely, did not. Only a few hours, I think. Sundeep had to eliminate all of Khai's armies from the board, and this was aided by the fact that Khai had really terrible board position and it was his first time playing. Even though this was only Sundeep's second time, she won easily. Nice work!
Meanwhile, the weather has been a marked change from that of a week ago. Last week, I was sitting on a park bench or, even better, on the grass underneath the Eiffel Tower in the sun, enjoying a baguette or some chocolate and the warmth of the sun. Yesterday, it snowed. Not too much, I mean - summer didofficially start last Monday... But still, snow. Freezing flakes of ice floating down from the sky. This was preceeded two days ago by hail, which I had the exquisitely good fortune to have experienced while riding my bike through it. Not a huge problem, really, as I was already soaked from the RAIN, but still, of all the times not to have a baseball cap... Those little suckers hurt!
I watched the Pope's funeral yesterday - it was such a mix of peacfulness, adulation, and sorrow. There really are no good words to describe it. It was beautiful, I guess.
I resisted the temptation to turn on today's televised wedding of Charles and Camilla. OK, there really wasn't any temptation at all - I couldn't care less. I did look online at some of the photos. Camilla's hat is ugly. But if we're talking ugly, like seriously stupid ugly, we should discuss the hat Camilla's daughter was wearing. If you can find a picture of it, it looks like someone stuck a few sheaves of wheat through her skull. (I'm actually reminded of the Trading Spaces episode where Hilda glues straw to a wall in an attempt to add 'texture'.) Kudos, it was said online, to Charles, for picking a dowdy wife - no posh Manhattan-esque trophy wife for you! It's like walking up to someone on the street and saying, "I think it's really courageous of you to pay so little attention to fashion trends. Good for you!"
Got sucked into playing a long game of Risk a few nights ago. Seriously - there's one guy who is totally obsessed with the game. It's our good friend, Australian lawyer Dan. Dan never stops running for office, even when it's clear he's not running for office. He's just naturally affable and friendly and then a little obsessive. Like at the moment, not only does he want to play Risk like, every night, but whenever he does, he takes over two spaces on the board: Great Britain, and the continent of Australia. After that, he works on what he has to do. As long as he has Great Britain, and his fair homeland of Australia, he'll be fine. Risk games take forever, generally. This one, nicely, did not. Only a few hours, I think. Sundeep had to eliminate all of Khai's armies from the board, and this was aided by the fact that Khai had really terrible board position and it was his first time playing. Even though this was only Sundeep's second time, she won easily. Nice work!
